chapter 13
HIS HANDS COVER THE span of my lower back and gently run up my spine, lifting my blouse up with them. I let go of his face to allow him to pull my top off, which ends up on my carpeted floor. I undo the button of his jeans, then slowly pull the zipper down while looking into his eyes, the only sound in the room our heavy breathing. He lifts his hips and helps me remove his jeans, leaving him in just a pair of black boxers. I can’t help but stare. His cock looks so big straining against the cotton, and I lick my lips before taking it out in my hands, loving the feel of him, velvet over steel, so hard and soft at the same time. I stroke him a few times, enjoying the little growling sound he makes before taking him into my mouth and sucking the head. He has the biggest penis I’ve ever seen in real life, and I hope I can do this right and drive him crazy with my tongue and my mouth. I move my mouth down, until I’ve taken as much of him into my mouth as I can, hollowing my cheeks and sucking hard. He twines his hands in my hair, pulling gently.
“Kat,” he half whispers, half rumbles. “Fuck, that feels so good.”
His words encourage me, and I deep-throat him until my gag reflex kicks in and then I retreat. He gently pushes me off him, losing patience with me, and lifts me in his arms. He carries me to my bed and all but throws me on it, then pulls down my pencil skirt and panties.
Spreading my thighs, he stares down at my pussy and then back up at me, his eyes a darker blue than I’ve ever seen. When he lowers his head, his tongue peeking out to taste me, I moan and arch my back. It’s been a while since someone has gone down on me, and for it to be him . . . I don’t know how much of this I’m going to be able to handle. I’m so on edge, so turned on, I can literally feel how wet I am for him, how badly I want him to fuck me, and how desperately I need to come. I’m in nothing but a navy lace bra, and I pull the straps and cups down, wanting him to touch me there too. He takes the hint and lifts one hand up to pinch and play with my nipples, all while his tongue works his magic, sliding in and out, then up to my clit to nibble, play, and suck.
“Tristan,” I moan, letting go of his hair and grabbing on to the thin white bedsheets, clasping them in my palms. “I’m going to come.”
He sucks harder on my clit, which sends me right over the edge. My thighs start to tremble, the pleasure spreading outward from my lower belly down to my thighs and legs. I take deep breaths, little mewling sounds escaping me as wave after wave hits me.
“Oh my god,” I whisper to myself, moaning louder as he slides a finger inside of me. I slam my head back against the pillow, licking my suddenly parched lips. As I come back to myself, I glance down at him. His face is still between my legs, his eyes on mine. I don’t feel shy, even though he’s right in front of my pussy, because he’s already seen everything I have to offer.
“That was amazing,” I tell him, my voice scratchy and hoarse.
“You’re amazing,” he returns, flashing me a wolfish grin. I force myself to sit up on my knees and kiss him, tasting myself on his lips and not caring. I wrap my arms around him and he lifts me up, so I also wrap my legs around him as he stands.
“I want you to fuck me,” I tell him boldly, kissing down his jaw. He turns and sits on the bed, me straddling him. He’s still hard, and I grind myself against him. “Remove them,” I demand, sick of his half-on, half-off boxer shorts that are still in the way.
For what might be the first time ever, he listens and removes them. Finally, with nothing between us, I take his length into my greedy hands and place him at the entrance of my pussy. Without a word, he slowly starts pushing himself inside of me, inch by inch, as we look each other in the eye and watch each emotion play over our faces, each show of pleasure. I bite my bottom lip when he’s fully inside of me, and slowly start to rock my hips.
“You feel fucking perfect,” he tells me, voice husky. He kisses me, hands cupping the globes of my ass and squeezing tightly. I start to move faster, quicker, deeper, wanting him to come, to feel the same pleasure that he gave me only moments ago. He feels so good inside of me, so full. Tristan rolls me over onto my back, taking control of the situation, thrusting into me, his mouth now kissing down to my breasts, licking and sucking my nipples. When he gently bites down on them, I whimper loudly, unable to stop myself.
“Like that, do you?” he asks against one of my nipples, before sucking it back into his mouth with an audible pop. I don’t bother answering because he knows it’s true. Apparently I enjoy just a tiny bit of pain with my pleasure. He rolls onto his back so I can ride him, my breasts bouncing up and down with each movement. He licks his finger, then starts to roll my clit with each thrust I make, and I start to lose control once more.
“Fuck,” I whisper to myself, letting my head hang backward on my neck, arching my body to give him more access to the most sensitive part of me. “Tristan,” I plead, as I feel another orgasm approaching. This time though, he comes with me, jerking his hips up as he finishes inside of me. When we’re both done, I all but fall onto his chest with him still inside me. He places a sweet, soft kiss to my temple and then another to my forehead. As reality hits me, I realize just how much things have changed because of our actions this evening.
I slept with my boss.
He slept with his associate.
And now we’re still going to have to see each other every day after this, work together and pretend like this never happened. I know it’s not going to be easy, but I want to do this again.
With him.
Over and over again, as a matter of fact.
Does he regret it? I’m too scared to ask.
“Are you okay?” he asks me, kissing my earlobe, making the hairs on my skin prick up in a good way. “You’ve gone deathly quiet.”
“Just enjoying the moment,” I tell him, glancing up at him. I press a kiss onto his neck and then another onto his mouth. “Maybe I should get migraines more often.”
He chuckles and then kisses me again.
I can’t keep my hands off him, and it seems like the feeling is mutual. “Do you have to go home?” I ask, hoping he can spend the night in my bed but understanding if he can’t. He has children, and they have to come first.
“I’ll stay for a few hours, then head home,” he tells me. “But I’d stay the whole night if I could.”
I smile against his neck. “Well, I guess we better make the most of the time we do have, right?”
“Yep,” he murmurs, rolling over so he’s on top of me. “Are you on the pill?”
I nod. “Probably should’ve asked me that before you came inside of me.”
“Wasn’t exactly thinking right in that moment,” he says with a grin. “I believe you had me a little distracted, Katerina.”
“Full naming me, hey,” I tease, wrapping my thighs around his tight ass. “Are you distracted now? If not, I think I’ll need to try a little harder.”
“Don’t think I can get any harder right now.” He grins, then slams his lips down on mine.
Fuck.
He’s hard again.
So soon.
I smile against his lips.